Well it's slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga See these other but you can't see me, nigga Who am I? (It's motherfucker) Do or die (We gives a motherfucker) So slow your roll, I'm In Control like The twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet Take it for granted, if ya to, 'cause I'm gonna my strap then clear the corner, bitch!!
So all my bitches and my niggas and my and my bitches Wave motherfucking hands in the air And if you give a shit Like we give a shit Wave your fingers in the air So all my niggas and my bitches and my and my niggas your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a Like we give a fuck your motherfucking hands in the air
Now on a one, two, who could it be Coming with a of gangsta shit for ninety-three So ninety-four's nigga, back on up And let me and my Kurupt fuck shit up Now can't nobody see me here or I bails, I put it down on the ground 'cause ain't shit for sale in the With the beat flossing off D's And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know I mean And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to a cap In your ass, for getting us all up Now check it, it's a calling for niggas like Who to be the shit, but steadily bitching like hogs (Yes y'all) the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all Stay full of that gin and juice and have a
I packs a strap, that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches get dick? Before they say, Daz is that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever thought I'd see him busting Dr. Dre Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in Hoes be coming to my so I can tap that ass
So all my bitches and my and my niggas and my bitches Wave motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a we don't give a shit Wave your motherfucking in the air So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my Wave your hands in the air And if you don't a fuck we don't give a fuck Wave your motherfucking in the air
You're headed my way, nigga you to hit a you-turn quick So what's happening? I'm capping shit up like a flick The kinpin of the clique, top 17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga The run of the mill fool get off for trying to serve The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause it's a murder I smoke chronic everyday, so have we Another motherfucker, served like some cavy Now who, (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac (plus I'm) with two Glocks Fly can't see Kurupt Hell-raising like Pinhead, beware I'm tearing the fuck up Slow your roll, your legs was broken Who's joking? never joked, so why should I loc? Now my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe Running em like Flo Jo, on Death Row Mediocre motherfuckers die I'm serving it They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass (Smoking indo, out my window I suppose) Yeah (Niggas understand how we kicks different flows) (I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF (Bring your whole set and get your lynched) (Drop to your like a dog in heat) the murderous styles and the poetical techniques
So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my Wave your hands in the air And if you don't give a Like we give a shit Wave your motherfucking in the air So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my Wave your hands in the air And if you give a fuck Like we give a fuck your motherfucking hands in the air
Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the Take down, when it to the mic I'm putting my weight down And that's 175 pounds of Beating yo' ass to the concrete Fool, act like ya I'm on Death Row with no where to go, so a girl to do Take out a crew, or two, a few, you want to do?
your guns in the motherfucking air, we don't care (Niggas don't give a nigga) About nothing at all, my Doggs and clocking the grip bitch (Niggas give a fuck nigga) That's why I can kick it so tuff, 'cause times get ruff, my (Niggas don't a fuck nigga) The clique I'm with, don't a shit, ya know why? (Real niggaz give a fuck)
To all my and my niggas your motherfucking hands in the air To all my and my niggas Wave your hands in the air To all my bitches and my And if you don't give a Like we give a shit your motherfucking fingers in the air